The Body Thief (21 page)

Keeping his squad car in sight, she wove in
and out of the traffic. It had thinned since she’d taken the exit,
but it was still heavy enough that she was forced to drive at a
slower pace than the speed limit allowed. She chafed at the delay,
but there was nothing she could do. Perhaps she should use the
enforced time in her car to think through her rash decision to
sleep with Rohan… Or maybe not.

Up ahead, his indicator light came on and
she breathed a sigh of relief. Following him around the right-hand
turn, it wasn’t long before he swung into a cobbled driveway that
led to what was once a grand old house. Rohan cut his lights and
climbed out of his car. Sam pulled in behind him and did the same.
Clutching her handbag to her chest, she walked toward him and
fought off a wave of nerves.

The house beckoned to her with all its
old-world charm. Though it was in darkness, there was enough light
from the street for her to see the two-storey, old red-brick
façade. Manicured hedges, four feet high, bordered the pavement and
added to the appeal. Now that she was here and the reality of what
she was about to do was upon her, she was filled with
indecision.

“Stop looking so scared, Samantha,” Rohan
chided with a smile. “It’s not like I’m going to jump you in the
driveway. Come in and have a drink. Enjoy the view from the
balcony. We’ll see how you feel after that.”

Sam drew in a deep breath and nodded,
relieved that, despite what had gone on in her workplace, he hadn’t
assumed she was a sure thing. If anything, Rohan Coleridge was
polite and respectful. Other attributes she admired.

“Thank you, that sounds lovely. I’m sorry;
I’m a little nervous. I don’t usually follow men home for the
purposes of having wild, passionate sex.”

He chuckled, then drew closer and cradled
her face in his hands. “I know. It’s one of the many things that
makes you so special.” With that, he pressed a soft kiss against
her lips, lingering only long enough to leave her wanting more.
When he pulled away, her legs were unsteady and her lungs clamored
for air.

Giving her no time to respond, Rohan turned
on his heel and began to walk up the driveway toward the house.
Cremorne was perched among some very steep hills and by the time
Sam reached the wide front porch, she was once again breathing
heavily.

Reaching out for one of the pale columns
that held up the red-tiled roof, she fought to catch her breath.
Rohan inserted a key in the front door and pushed it open with his
shoulder. Stepping back, he indicated she could enter.

The house was just as Sam imagined and
remained true to its earliest roots. The walls were painted in
federation colors and the rooms were furnished in the same style
and period, to match. Polished floorboards gleamed in the soft
light that spilled out from a freestanding lamp.

The front room had been styled as a sitting
room and a fireplace stood against the far wall. It was dark and
cold, but Sam could see it had recently been used and she could
imagine how comfortable and cozy the room would be with the fire
blazing.

“Are you cold?” Rohan asked, as if reading
her thoughts.

“No, I’m fine. The weather’s really warmed
up the past couple of weeks.”

“Yes, it won’t be long and we’ll be into
summer and everyone will be complaining about the heat.”

She smiled and he smiled back and once
again, the air grew charged.

“I love how your hair does that,” Rohan
murmured, reaching out to touch the riotous waves.

“What?” Sam asked with a catch in her
breath. His nearness was a hazard to her equilibrium.

“Curls madly after it dries,” he said and
twisted a lock around his finger.

“I washed it in the shower at work.”

He nodded and continued to work his fingers
through her hair, massaging her scalp as he did so. It felt so
good, she couldn’t hold back a groan.

“Is that good?” he asked, maintaining the
pressure on her head.

“
Mm
, more than good. It feels
fantastic.”

“Sit down,” he ordered and led her to a
couch with fabric upholstery lavishly embellished with large gold
flowers. He picked up a silk-covered pillow and handed it to
her.

“Lie down and relax. Let me iron out some of
your kinks.” Gently he pressed her into the couch.

Kicking off her shoes, she succumbed to his
urgings and lay down on her stomach with her head on the pillow.
Rohan sat on the couch beside her and his hands went to her
shoulders.

With slow, firm, repetitive movements, he
massaged the tight muscles in her neck. Her upper back was also
given some attention. She groaned into the pillow at the exquisite
feel of his strong hands pressing into her flesh. It felt so good
she didn’t want it to end and was pleased when he moved lower.

Tugging the ends of her blouse out of the
waistband of her skirt, he slid his hands under the fabric until he
was touching her skin. He continued to work at the tight knots in
her muscles, working his way up from the base of her spine, across
her neck and back down again. He traced the bumps of her vertebrae
and spanned the side of her ribs. His fingers skimmed over the soft
swell of her breasts and she couldn’t hold back a gasp.

Warmth tingled everywhere that he touched,
and her nipples grew hard with need. She yearned for him to touch
her fully and to stoke the fire kindled low in her belly. His hands
reached down to cup the cheeks of her butt and his fingers worked
over the soft muscle. She flexed and tightened beneath his touch
and heard his low, satisfied chuckle.

“Do you like that?” he murmured.

“
Mm
,” she said, her voice muffled
against the pillow.

He moved on the couch and a moment later,
his hands went around her foot. Kneading first one, and then the
other, then moved onto her calves and slowly inched his way up. By
the time he reached the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, she
could barely remain still.

Her heart beat fast and hard against her
ribs and she wasn’t sure how much more of his attentions she could
take. When his fingers skimmed the lace of her panties, she gasped,
rolled over and surged upright. Her gaze found his and her mouth
parted when she recognized the raw desire in his eyes. She was sure
it was reflected in her own.

“I want to touch you, Samantha.”

His voice was rough with need and she felt
it all the way to her core. Liquid heat consumed her and all of a
sudden she needed him like she’d never needed any man before. With
her heart pounding in anticipation, she shuffled over on her knees
to where he sat. Her gaze burned into his. She hitched up her short
skirt and straddled him, positioning herself in his lap.

Her hand grazed the top of his suit pants
and she heard him catch his breath. His cock lay thick and hard
beneath the fabric and once again, she was filled with fiery need.
Tightening her fingers around his erection, she pulsed her hand
around his shaft. He watched her with eyes hooded with desire. His
breath came faster and faster. She pulled at his belt and loosened
it, all the while keeping her gaze on his. Her fingers found the
button of his trousers and slid the zipper down.

She reached inside, beneath his underwear,
for his thick, hard, throbbing cock. Tightening her hand around it,
she stroked him once again.

“Christ, it feels so good.” He groaned and
then put his hand over hers. “Don’t stop. Whatever you do, don’t
stop.”

Emboldened, Sam bent her head and licked the
head of his cock. His skin was warm and silky beneath her tongue.
With her hand still tight around his shaft, she opened her mouth
and took him all the way inside. He sighed in relief and stretched
out on the couch, giving her better access.

Over and over again, she licked the sides of
his cock and sucked him deep into her mouth. His breathing became
more and more frantic.

“I’m going to come if you keep that up,” he
murmured and gently pulled away. “Before that happens, I want to
pleasure you like you’ve pleasured me.”

With that, he stood and gathered her in his
arms and carried her down the hall until they came to a bedroom.
Tucked against his chest, she barely had time to register the
king-sized bed that filled most of the modest room before he lay
her down on its softness.

He took a step back and pulled off his
shoes. His suit jacket and tie quickly followed. Unbuttoning his
shirt, he tugged it off and then shucked his pants off over his
hips. She watched him, breathless with anticipation. When at last
he came back to her, naked apart from his underwear, she sighed in
relief.

Gathering her close, he nuzzled the side of
her neck. “You have way too many clothes on.”

She pulled away and quickly dispensed with
her blouse and skirt. Her hands went to the clasp of her bra, but
Rohan stilled them.

“Let me,” he murmured huskily. Sliding his
hands beneath the lacy fabric, he kneaded each breast. His head
came down and his mouth opened hot and wet over her nipple. She
arched into him, wanting and needing so much more. Plunging her
hands into his hair, she held his head in place.

“You taste so sweet,” he mumbled, sucking
her nipple deeper into his mouth. A rush of heat flooded through
her and she moved against him.

As if sensing her impatience, Rohan reached
around her back and released the clasp of her bra. Her breasts
sprang free. He slid the garment off her shoulders and tossed it in
the direction of the floor. Burying his face between her breasts,
he breathed in deeply.

“You smell like jasmine, or maybe
honeysuckle, or vanilla. Maybe cinnamon. Whatever it is, it smells
good.” He groaned and his mouth found her other nipple.

Licking and sucking, he used his mouth and
tongue until she was wild with need. Just when she didn’t think she
could take another minute of his sensual attack, he moved lower and
pressed more kisses against her soft skin.

His tongue found her belly button and dipped
in and around the small nub. She lay back against the pillows and
enjoyed his attentions. Moving lower still, he kissed his way
across her flat stomach and came to a halt at her underwear.
Without hesitation, he slipped his fingers beneath the lace and
covered her mound with his hand.

Her hips came off the mattress and she
stifled another gasp. His fingers explored her soft folds. Slick
with desire, they swelled and throbbed beneath his touch. When his
hand dipped lower and his fingers slipped inside her, she couldn’t
hold back a groan.

“Do you like that?” he asked, his eyes
glittering with desire.

“Yes!” she gasped and surged up against his
hand.

“Patience, Samantha. All in good time.” When
he shifted and his tongue replaced his fingers, she thought she’d
die. She was about to combust from the inside out; burn up in a
fire pit of need. In and out, his tongue slid over her, driving her
wild.

Just when she didn’t think she could stand
the onslaught another minute, he lifted his head and gazed at her.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough with
desire.

Sam half sat up and reached for him and he
climbed back up her body. Taking a moment to shuck off his
underwear, he lay full-length upon her and pressed her against the
sheets. Her breasts were crushed against his muscular chest and his
cock lay thick and hard and pulsing against her stomach. She ached
to feel him inside her and in a harsh whisper, told him so.

Needing no further encouragement, Rohan
surged upward and reached over and pulled open the drawer of his
nightstand. Grabbing a condom, he sheathed his erection and then
returned to her side. Bracing his weight on his hands, with his
knee, he spread wide her thighs and then settled himself between
them. She stared up at him, filled with yearning and
anticipation.

He prodded her entrance with his cock and
she lifted her hips to meet him. He inched in a little further and
once again, she offered him wordless encouragement. He reached for
her hands and threaded his fingers through hers and as his fingers
tightened, he thrust all the way inside.

She gasped at the feel of him and at the
pull of her inner muscles as they struggled to accommodate him. He
slowly withdrew, but not quite all the way and then plunged into
her all over again. Over and over, he slid in and out and the
pressure inside her grew. She clung to his shoulders and dug her
nails into his back and held on tight.

With a cry, she reached the pinnacle and
went free-falling over the other side. For a long time afterwards,
her muscles clenched and unclenched around his cock. Slowly, she
returned to earth and her breathing became more normal. Rohan gazed
down at her, his expression a mix of satisfaction and wonder.

“Was that good for you?” he asked.

“More than good,” she breathed. “It was
amazing.”

He smiled and leaned down to press a
lingering kiss on her lips. With his forehead on hers, he moved
again and it wasn’t long before she felt him tense in her arms and
shudder as he found his release. He collapsed against her and his
breath came harsh in her ear. Gradually, it quietened and he lifted
his weight off her.

“You’re right,” he whispered. “It
was
amazing.”

Dear Diary,

Please, God, somebody stop me! The Devil has
wrested control of my soul. I started out with such noble
intentions, but I no longer recognize who I am.

I wanted to help people, to help the lame
walk again, to help the blind to see. But all that drives me now is
the money. I’m consumed by it every second, every minute, every
hour of the day.

The more packages of human tissue that
depart for distant shores, the more dollars land in my bank account
and I’m addicted to their impact. I have enough money for a hundred
lifetimes. But even that is not enough. Greed has taken hold of me
and will not let me go.